I Love You, But Please Back Off

But lately they have been on top of me 24/7. I’m talking while I eat, sleep, use the bathroom or try to take a shower or bath. Every waking minute. So much so, that I had to result to staying up until 1 am to get some time to myself, which is mostly spent doing chores. This means less sleep for me, but the sleep-to-sanity ratio is a funny thing.

Being in my third trimester now the SPD (Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction) is in full force. This means, that constantly getting up and walking back and forth is almost torture. And it only gets worse from here. Still, I do it because who else is going to? My husband has a stressful job, and even though he works from home, until he’s done for the day, there’s little to no help.

What I have realized these last couple of days, is that it’s ok to let go of the “unimportant tasks”. So I let the dishes pile up during the day, I overlook the toys scattered over the living room floor, and the askew curtains. When I get the 2 hours at night, that’s when I do it. You’d think that stinks, spending your alone time doing that stuff. But really, it doesn’t. It actually releases stress for me, and I get to wake up to a clean house which is a much better start to the day. And during the day I get snuggles and kisses, and all the affection mixed in with fits and tantrums, intervening fights, and struggling to get them to nap. And nothing in the world would make me change it. Now offer me a vacation home on Mars, and we can talk. (Just kidding, Sort of…)